[Inside Minas Tirith, a troll hammers at a door blocking access to the next level of the city.]

[Gandalf, Pippin, and a few remaining soldiers await the onslaught.]

Pippin: "I didn't think it would end this way."

Gandalf: "End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take."

Gandalf: "The gray rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass. And then you see it."

Pippin: "What, Gandalf? See what?"

Gandalf: "White shores. And beyond, the far green country, under a swift sunrise."

Pippin: "Well, that isn't so bad."

Gandalf: "No. No, it isn't."

[Gandalf and Pippin smile at each other, and prepare for the breach.]